Proginoskes considered the question. It was... fast. It feels like it was nothing, now that I'm here.
His eyes turned downward, wings drooping momentarily. Proginoskes still wasn't used to feeling anything, really, let alone disappointment. It was a strange thing to deal with.
He looked up at Jesse again, feathers shifting back into place. He could always explore that strange feeling later, but hopefully he wouldn't have to feel it again at all.
I would like to stay with you again. There are many new faces in the City, but I don't think any would be used to someone like me. The news about the City reshuffling its residents was unsuprising, but a little worrying. It seemed like the City had been bored, if that was possible, and that couldn't be good. Did you have to escape from Arkham? Is that where everyone came from?